i guess i had been playing with a red pen/ some red paint that day, and so had some accidental polkadots on my palm when, walking down the street, this single rose petal vibrated from below in the middle of the street.
picking it up, i was tickled to see the match in color with my little accidental palm art, and amazed by the way (as, incredibly, you can see here) the light just pulsed and pulsed from this one intense petal, made more unusual by its matching-me polkadots resulting from being crushed on the asphalt underfoot and bruised.
one single petal can have so much to say.
if we eagerly listen, we become entranced in this worldless conversation.
